Coming out of the Federation hideout, Thoren released a breath he had not realized he was holding.
He had once believed the Slave Trade Guild to be the pinnacle of cruelty and depravity. He had thought them twisted, inhumane, and beyond redemption.
He had been wrong.
The Federation was no different.
That realization hardened something within him. Whatever faint remnants of trust he had carried for organizations claiming to protect humanity were now gone.
From this moment forward, he would grow stronger as quickly as possible.
Anyone who dared to stand in his way would become one of his undead servants.
He would trust no one.
Not a person.
Not an organization.
From what he had learned inside that cursed mountain, the Federation, the so-called last defender of humanity, was far from united.
To the common people, they presented a united front. They spoke of solidarity, sacrifice, and hope.
